New Bean Words? · 5:12pm Sep 20th, 2021
Don't believe me? Well, what's that down there?
“Sweetie? Do you need me to take over for you?”
Garbanzo glanced up with a grin, and he wiggled slightly in the chair while sharing a kiss with his wife. “No way. It’s my turn now, and I’m not giving him up so easily.”
“Rats. Are you sure?” she whined with a small pout.
“I’m sure,” he said with a grin.
“I know where you sleep, you know.” Dutchess Lima Bean stepped to the side of his chair. “How’s our little Bean doing?”
Garbanzo’s gaze went with hers to the small bundle he was cradling in his forehooves. “Sleeping at the moment. I changed his diaper already, so he should be good for a little while. Hopefully the new parents can get some sleep, too.”
Lima nodded. “They’re going to need it, especially if Apollo has a set of pipes like his father had.” Her hoof moved up and nudged the blanket away from her grandson’s face. “Oh, but look at him. He looks exactly like Baked, doesn’t he?”
The proud grandfather took a moment to study his grandson’s cherubic visage, and a contented grin came to his features. “If not for his eyes and the horn—and the size, of course—I’d swear I was holding Baked right now. It’s uncanny how similar they are.”
“He’ll be a lady killer too, just like his father and his grandfather.” Lima planted a kiss on Garbanzo’s cheek. “You do realize we’ll have to spoil him rotten, right?”
“Naturally, but that may prove to be a bit difficult, given who his mother is.”
Lima scoffed. “Please. She may bring the day and run the country, but there are limits for even Princess Celestia. All we have to do is say ‘yes’ when she says ‘no.’ Nothing to it.”
Garbanzo chuckled. “I’ll leave you to it, then. I know better than to interfere with your schemes. Our kitchen is going to smell of chocolate chip cookies and cinnamon buns from here on in.”
“Whoever heard of a grandma’s kitchen without them?” Lima said with a grin.
“I do hope you will accept some assistance,” a rich velveteen voice interrupted, but both grandparents didn’t mind the intrusion. “I, for one, have retribution for my sister that is a thousand years overdue.”
“I suppose that all depends on what your retribution entails,” Garbanzo said with a smirk as Princess Luna entered the nursery and approached.
“Oh, I am sure you could both accurately guess my intents,” Luna said while fawning over the new foal. “But it is only fair I repay Celly for those naughty little ‘suggestions’ she gave to my Twilight Starbright all those years ago. This little one, however,” she paused to kiss Apollo’s forehead “will forever have his aunt’s undying love and praise. The spoiling will last forever, and will most likely be doubled, too.”
Don’t do that, don’t give me hope/s.
As a man with a four year old niece, I can attest that the job of the grandparents and aunts/uncles is to spoil the child rotten, pump them full of sugar, get them super wound up, then hand them off to the parents, go home, and watch TV, optionally with a beer or similar alcoholic beverage.
Absolutely cannot wait.
Ha-HA, the spoiling shall be DOUBLED!
Awwwwww yeeeaaaahhhhh
Celestia looked over at Bean with a quizzical look on her face. "Our baby isn't spoiled."
Bean took one sniff in the air, looked at the offending diaper and sideways spoke to his wife. "Are you sure...?"